Dear Anxiety
Dear Anxiety,
Please leave me alone.
Am I such a pitiful being,
a delicate soul,
that you find so amusing to mess with?
Is it easy for you?
Do I make it easy for you?
All I want is to be able to breathe
without the fear of being too loud.
All I want is to be able to speak
without the fear of being judged.
All I want is to be able to live my life
without the fear of doing something wrong.
You dictate my mind
and my thoughts
and my feelings.
You make it hard to express myself
or to do any little task
that anyone else can do without shaking.
It's hard to interact with people
when all the runs through my mind
is if I'm being too annoying,
too loud, or too quiet,
or if I'm saying the right words,
or doing the right actions.
My head gets fuzzy,
my legs start to quiver,
because I feel you there
in the back of my head.
You never give me advice
but rather whisper "are you sure?"
So all I ask of you
is to please leave me alone.
I hate that I let you run my life.
I hate that I always doubt myself
because of the words you tell me.
So please, just leave me be.
Sincerely,
Your Victim